Chapter 662: Look Intimate

Estella's voice returned Roxanne to reality. Feeling strangely guilty, Roxanne glanced at Lucian, who still stood in the corner. Hesitating, she said softly, "Come and join us, Mr. Farwell. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

Lucian frowned but took a seat beside the children. He'd planned their day's schedule and hadn't anticipated Roxanne going straight to the kitchen before he could inform her.

The breakfast atmosphere was typical. Roxanne and the children enjoyed themselves while Lucian sat quietly, appearing distinctly out of place.

After breakfast, with the concert still hours away, Roxanne played with the children at home. By noon, Lucian suggested lunch, and Roxanne readily agreed, despite the morning's misunderstanding.

Leaving the house, Roxanne initially considered driving herself and the boys. However, meeting Estella's gaze, her heart softened, and she sent the boys to Lucian's car. She took the passenger seat, the children chattering excitedly about the evening's concert in the back. Their lively discussion relaxed her, bringing a smile to her face. Lucian's gaze softened as he observed their happiness.

The restaurant, for which Lucian had a reservation, was in the city center, quite far from Roxanne's house. Reaching the mall and parking took time, and by the time they arrived at the restaurant, it was the lunch rush. Thankfully, their reservation ensured they avoided a wait.

The waiter seated them at a window table. Meanwhile, someone watched them intently from across the room.

"Frieda? What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Hasso Levandi asked, perplexed.

The restaurant was renowned among Horington's elite, but access was exclusive. Few, beyond the most prestigious families, could even secure a reservation. Though wealthy, Hasso's family were recent newcomers, far from the city's established circles. Frieda had unexpectedly requested this restaurant, and to please her, Hasso had queued early that morning.

Mid-meal, Frieda became distracted, staring at the window table. Hasso was baffled. She didn't respond, her gaze fixed on the group of five.

"This b*tch. Didn't Sonya and Aubree teach Roxanne a lesson already? How dare she share a table with Lucian and Essie? And why do they look so intimate?"

Sensing Frieda's displeasure, Hasso followed her gaze, equally confused. His family's recent wealth meant he knew little of the city's elite. As a relatively new member of high society, he didn't recognize Lucian, seeing them simply as an attractive and harmonious family. He couldn't understand Frieda's intense glare.